Inconsistent Constant

Question: If Lewis Caroll were writing his Alice today, would he change the title?

It is a lot more difficult to post blogs and blog entries because I do not have a functioning computer. So, I have to do everything by my smartphone. That might explain why I am so constantly inconsistent. I don’t want to be but it’s the reality for me. I accept it but I don’t like it.
So, things are changing so fast due to technology and I have not been able to share my thoughts as before, when I started this blog.
To get right to the point, I’ll share with you the question that I’m wondering about right now. I don’t quite know how to articulate it yet but maybe you can help: If more than one mirror captures the same reflection, at the same moment, the looking glasses all continue their individual perspective infinitely, right?

Considering psychical and paranormal research, in the late 1800s, and the choice title of THRU THE LOOKING GLASS by Lewis Carroll, compare today’s culture, technology and perceptions with that era.

Are you starting to see an echo? 

 

What would the title be if Carroll’s ALICE were written and published in February 2017?

…60 seconds, You can stop & LISTEN, yes?

Just give it a shot, eh?

From the Garden of St. Sabine, The History of Rome at Sunset

STRANGER FROM MILLER’S RAVINE

The purpose for my documentation is not due to inspiration, but rather, skepticism. A conversion of doubt, wonder and dread.

     It all came together when local historical records confirmed these events took place. Also, the dates, when and where and whom, proved accurate. I realized how that night, when I heard this story, something had occurred; and, its meaning, I leave for the reader to decide.

     My decision to record and document this may lead to consequences I have no desire to experience.*

      Damn conscience, damn memory, damn story—it haunts with a relentless need to be passed on.  Even now, the reluctance to continue writing flares up. A familiar paralysis of thought slows the movement of my hand.

In memory of the people whom history and folk tales have unjustly excluded, leaving them forgotten.

In memory of those who died knowing what we do not know and hopefully, never shall experience.

     Neither do we have any concept, nor ability for comprehending, how their lives were ended, taken for no reason, except a Dark Fate. May we remember them now. And also, be wary of the cause, for the Stranger still walks among us, eager with pride.

                             *As the Author risks, the Reader also takes a chance. A subsequent vulnerability contingent with this story warrants a word of caution. Reference to these ‘possible’ consequences, if necessary, are well documented and may be found in the concluding Index. –SPH 2001

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